Dear Wtich Fingers – Wow.  You are the best tasting grapes I’ve ever eaten!

Dear Summer – We’re glad you’re here with your barbecue evenings, flip-flops and sandals, and general relaxed attitude.  Let’s take it easy with the searing temperatures this year, okay?

Dear Hair – Welcome Back!  My scalp is grateful for the built-in sun protection, and I’m delighted that you appear to be just as curly as when you went missing.  Thank you, too, for the new and lovely “platinum blonde” highlights.

Dear TxDOT – Are you purposefully trying to confuse us? If so, you’re doing a Great Job!

Drive Carefully.  Keep the Faith.

Dear Children – You do not need my permission to start the dishwasher every evening. You’ve already scraped, rinsed and loaded the dirty plates, used cups, and sticky ice-cream bowls.  You even put the soap in the dispenser.  All you need to do is push that little button on the left and close the dishwasher door, and I’ll have a clean coffee cup and lunch container in the morning!

Dear Summer – We’re glad you’re here with your barbecue evenings, flip-flops and sandals, and general relaxed attitude.  Let’s take it easy with the searing temperatures this year, okay?

Dear Baby Deer Who Were Lounging In My Front Yard This Morning – Dang, you two are SO CUTE with your little spots and big brown eyes!  Too bad you grow up into yard eating, garden ravaging, overgrown tree chomping beasts.  I wouldn’t get too comfy in my yard…the dogs can jump that fence. Besides, Ms. Lara across the way has tastier plants.

Keep the Faith.